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Title: Beautiful Lies
Series: The Beautiful Series
Author: Emery Rose
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 13, 2018

Gifted artist. Drug addict. A beautiful liar with the soul of a poet.
 
Connor Vincent.
 
Once upon a time, my foolish heart believed that my love would be strong enough to fix him.
 
How very wrong I was.
 
We soared to the greatest heights and crashed to the lowest depths together.
 
Starting over wasn’t possible.
 
Yet here he was, heart in hand, asking for another chance.
 
Only a fool would agree.
 
But when it comes to Connor, I’ve always been a fool.
 
My muse. My bluebird of happiness. The cunning thief who stole my heart.
 
Ava Christensen had been the best thing in my life, but I ruined us.
 
One more chance to get it right.
 
I would show her that I’ve changed. I’m not hell-bent on self-destruction anymore. I won’t be careless with her. Not again.
 
This time everything will be different.
 
But once again my past catches up to me, and I’ll have to prove that I’m stronger than my addiction. Stronger than my secrets and lies. Strong enough to be the man she deserves.
 
No more secrets. No more lies.
 
They say that truth is beauty … they’re lying.
 
Beautiful Lies is the second book in The Beautiful Series but can be read as a complete standalone.

Emery Rose has been known to indulge in good red wine, strong coffee, and a healthy dose of sarcasm. She loves writing sexy alpha heroes, strong heroines, artists, beautiful souls, and flawed but redeemable characters who need to work for their HEA.
When she’s not working on her latest project, you can find her binge-watching Netflix, trotting the globe in search of sunshine, or immersed in a good book. A former New Yorker, she currently resides in London with her two fabulous daughters and one grumpy, but lovable Border Terrier.

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Will Epstein had it all—playboy good looks, wealth and prestige, and a gorgeous fiancé to costar with him on a reality television show. But that was years ago, before he was abandoned at the altar on national television. In the aftermath, Will’s world completely crumbled, leaving him humiliated, alone and lost.

 

Andre Rivera married his first love and lived a dream life until tragedy stepped in. His wife’s sudden death left him devastated and struggling to build a life for his young daughter. Being a pilot offers Andre a sense of freedom from Lavender Shores, but he feels trapped in his grief and unable to move forward.

 

A shared sense of loss fosters a surprising friendship between Will and Andre, giving them both the salvation they need. But when feelings cross the lines of friendship and secrets are revealed, Will and Andre have to confront their own fears.

 

Amid the gold of a Lavender Shores autumn, Will and Andre must grasp their chance at love… before it slips away.

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Title: The Perfect Life
Author: Callie Anderson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 12, 2018
Cover Designer: Kari March

I had a perfect life.
The loving husband, the sweet little boy, I even had the white picket fence.
If someone took a picture of my family, I’d be the epitome of what they envisioned for themselves. I’d smile for the camera, laugh when it was appropriate and carried on with my life like there wasn’t anything wrong.
I was happy.
But it was all a lie. 
Everything I knew or believed was a lie. I wasn’t happy. I was broken despite having everything anyone could ever want. I’d lay awake imagining a world where it would all vanish. Maybe then I wouldn’t feel so alone. 
 
To the outside world, I had the perfect life.
But inside all I had were fragments of what I used to be.
A loving husband, a sweet little boy, and a white picket fence.
My life was perfect.
But it was all a lie.
Callie Anderson is a wife, mother and writer, who embraces the truth, then weaves it into a magical tale of romance and heartache.
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Title: Pulling Strings
Series: Young Spades #1
Author: Riley Long
Genre: NA M/M Romance
Release Date: September 5, 2018

 

Aristotle “Ari” Dineen, Jr. thinks he doesn’t deserve love. Ari has bipolar disorder and parents who don’t understand his challenges. Falling in love isn’t on the playlist for a guy like him, someone running from his past and so uncertain about his future.
 
Shane Beckett doesn’t have time for things like love. He’s busy – giving music lessons, finishing his senior year, and oh yeah, he’s the lead singer of up and coming indie rock band, Young Spades.
 
A cup of beer, a music history class, and a pack of cigarettes changes everything. 
 
As Ari and Shane are about to find out, despite having a lack of time or the confidence to believe they can make it work, love has a way of pulling them in and rocking their worlds.
 

CHAPTER ONE

Ari played with the brown pillow in his lap, sliding his thumb over the tag before giving the zipper a tug. He sighed.

“What do you think?” his therapist, Hannah, a short woman with a mane of black curls, asked.

Ari snapped to attention. “I, uh, I don’t know.” He rubbed the back of his neck. Truth be told, he hadn’t really been paying attention.

“I think it would be good for you,” she said, pointedly, 

It took him a minute to mentally track back to what Hannah was talking about, but eventually he called it up. Ari nodded. “Fine. I’ll do it. But I don’t want to.” 

“We know that isolating yourself make the thoughts worse. Go out. Make friends. You just might have a good time.” 

Mentally, Ari was rolling his eyes. “I hear what you’re saying. I’ll go, I’m just saying I don’t have to like it.”

“You’re right, you don’t.” 

“I’m not even out to my parents yet. What’s the point of trying to date?” 

“You don’t have to be out to your parents until you’re ready. And as we’ve discussed, new experiences can be healthy. Let me know how it goes.” She stood and went to her appointment book. “When would you like to come back?” 

Ari pulled out his phone and made an appointment with her for the following week. 

“Have a great time, Ari,” she said as she walked him out. “See you soon.”

Ari plodded back to his dorm, the gray Colorado sky matching his mood. He hated living in the dorms, and felt like practically the only junior doing so, but at least he had Liam. His roommate was great, much to Ari’s relief. He’d had a string of shitty ones, too, especially before being diagnosed. And now that he was getting himself stable—mostly—it was nice to have someone he could trust. 
When he made it to their shared room, Ari found Liam sprawled on his bed, reading. His shoulder-length blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and he was wearing flannel, as usual. Liam had slipped out of the room that morning before Ari was conscious, so they hadn’t seen one another all day.

“What up, Lee?” Ari asked as he entered. 

Liam rolled onto his back. “Aristotle! How’s it going?” Liam was the only person other than Ari’s parents who could get away with calling him Aristotle without getting their ass kicked. And with a name like his, Ari had plenty of experience in ass kickings, both receiving and giving.

“Good. Just got back from therapy. Apparently I’m going with you tonight.” 
Liam sat up suddenly, closing his book. “Hell yeah, you are!” 

“So, what do I need to know about this thing?” 

Liam grinned, rubbing a hand along the stubble on his square jaw. “Nothing, my man. It’s a party. Wear clothes. Drink beer. Make friends. If you’re lucky, hook up with someone.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it’ll just be crawling with guys to hook up with.” 

Liam shrugged. “The Kappas are a pretty open minded frat. They have a few gay brothers. You never know. Plus, there’s always Shane.” 
The blush flooded his face almost instantly. Shane. Tall, thin, with tousled dark hair, soft brown eyes, and perpetually tanned skin, Shane definitely was what Ari was looking for. He may have been the subject of a few fantasies, even. When he’d found out Shane was gay, the fantasies intensified, not that Ari would ever actually do anything about it. 

Shane and Liam had been in a band together for a couple of years, and Ari had the pleasure of meeting him when he came to collect Liam for practice. Shane had also done homework with Liam a couple of times in the cramped dorm room, and Ari had a habit of excusing himself when they did. He was afraid he’d say something stupid and miserable and embarrass the shit out of himself. 

So yeah, Shane.

Ari cleared his throat and licked his dry lips. “Shane’s going to be there?” 

“Damn right. The whole band is. Shane, Ellie, even Trick.” 

Trick was Liam’s nickname for Patrick, the fourth and newest member of their band. He played … something. Ari wasn’t sure what, exactly, because he’d never bothered going to a show, despite Liam’s repeated invites. 
“Trick, too, huh? I didn’t think this would really be his scene.” 

Liam laughed. “No, not really, but we managed to pry him away from the art studio for the night.” 

“Sounds good.” 

“What do you say we play a little before we head out?” Liam held up a video game controller.

Ari glanced at his phone. They had hours before they needed to leave, and it wasn’t like there was much else to do. He’d already unpacked his meager belongings the day before, there was no homework, and his volunteer shifts at the crisis center didn’t start until next week. Spring semester was barely underway.

“Sure.” They’d be able to pass the time blowing up virtual adversaries and hoarding gold. He let himself get lost in the game, not thinking about his stupid therapist or the stupid party or Shane being there. He didn’t want to think about anything, just for a while.

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Shane strummed his guitar absentmindedly. 

“Shane, get your ass ready,” Ellie called from the bathroom. 

He sat the instrument on the dark blue blanket covering his bed and ambled into his tiny apartment bathroom. Ellie’s round face was close to the mirror as she carefully attempted to get what she called ‘the perfect cat-eye.’ He wasn’t entirely sure what the perfect cat-eye looked like, but whatever. He couldn’t believe she hadn’t poked her eye out with that thing yet.

“I am ready. It’s you who’s taking forever.”

Ellie snorted and eyed him in the mirror. “You’re wearing that?” 

Shane shrugged. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” 

“Dude, you look like a TA or something. You don’t need a button down to go to a frat party. Go put on a t-shirt. That black one looks good on you.”

“Which black one?” 

“The plain black one. V-neck. You wore it the other day.” 

“Fine, fine.” Shane headed back into the bedroom, yanking his shirt off over his head. For two years, he’d known Ellie, and for two years, she’d been giving him shit. He rifled through a pile of clothes until he found the aforementioned black v-neck and sniffed it. It smelled clean, so he tugged it on. 

Ellie emerged from the bathroom, head held high in triumph. “How’s this look?” 

“Um, you’ve got swoopy things?” He gestured towards the corners of his own eyes. “It looks good, El. You know I don’t know shit about makeup.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she said, holding up a stick of something in her right hand. “Now come here, let me make you look pretty.” 

“Wait, what?”

“Guyliner,” she said, closing in on him.

“What? No.” He swatted her away, but she was relentless. 

“Yes. You’ll look hot. Sit.”

He sat, sighing. “Fine.” He had a habit of giving in to Ellie. It was a good thing, really. They’d only known each other since the end of freshman year, but became fast friends bonding over shared interests in music theory class. They had created Young Spades together, and it would be nothing without Ellie’s driving force behind the drums. The band was the sanity-saving force he’d needed and without it, he didn’t know how he would have made it through the past few years, despite Ellie’s militant, unforgiving style when it came to running the band.“Okay, look up,” she murmured as she approached his eye with the pencil. “Thanks for coming to this thing with me,” she said, placing her free hand on his cheek.

“No problem.”

“I think it’ll be good for you, y’know? To get out of the house. No, don’t look away.”



“I get out of the house.” He went to class, gave music lessons to middle schoolers, and was in the band.

“No, you know what I mean. You need to get out more. Be social. Have a life.” 

Shane pulled his head away from her hands, eyes narrowed. “I have a life.” 

“That’s not what I meant. A social life. Aside from the band. You need to date.” 

“And I’m going to find a lot of gay guys at a frat party?” He relinquished control of his head back to her, and she went to work on his other eye.

Well you’re not going to find any gay guys giving music lessons to children.”“Good point.”


Ellie straightened, appraising her work. “Perfect. You look totally hot. If I didn’t know better, I’d hit on you myself.” 

Shane pushed himself off the bed and headed to the bathroom to take a peek. He glanced in the mirror, surprised by how much bigger and more open his eyes looked. And, sure, if asked, he would probably agree that he did look pretty hot. From the other room, Ellie’s phone chirped. 

“Okay,” she called out. “It’s eleven. Let’s get going. ”

Ugh. It was so late. Luckily, the semester didn’t start for a few days, so he’d have time to recover, but seriously, who in their right minds went to a party at almost midnight?

“Now don’t rub your eyes or you’ll look like a raccoon, okay?”

Shane nodded and made his way to the bed. He picked up his guitar again and returned it to the case. He tried to mentally brace himself for this party. He wasn’t much of a partier, but he couldn’t convince Ellie otherwise. She was determined to get him out more. She claimed, with this being their senior year, he needed to think about more than just the band and graduating, and had spent the entire fall semester attempting to get him to come to more parties. Finally, he’d caved, so here he was, wearing eyeliner and a black v-neck and wondering whether he’d be better off sleeping so he could get up early and work on the song he’d been writing. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, he figured, so he’d decided to just go with it. Besides, maybe he’d meet someone hot, blow off a little steam, and be more focused when he did get back to writing. After all, it had been a very long time since he’d slept with anyone. 

“Ready,” he said.

“Great! Liam’s already there.” Ellie grabbed her phone and tucked it into the pocket of her skintight jeans. She led the way out of Shane’s bedroom, through the living room, and onto the third-floor landing, which he could easily see from his bed with both doors open. He picked up his own phone and followed close behind. 

 

Riley Long is a wife and mother living a quiet life in Virginia, with her husband, son, and very silly Pit Bull puppy. She passes her evenings writing, reading, and watching bad television (or not so bad television). For fun, Riley participates in NaNoWriMo, GISH, and reads with her book club, the BAMFs. She likes things with silly acronyms. The craziest thing Riley has ever done involves lots of butter and a time lapsed video.



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Title: Blue Bayou
Author: Jiffy Kate
Genre: Contemporary Romance (mature)
Release Date: August 30, 2018

The road to self-discovery leads Maverick Kensington deep into the heart of New Orleans. The colorful characters, beautiful scenery and a hot mess of a woman he finds along the way offer him the perfect place to reinvent himself. 

 
The French Quarter and Blue Bayou are exactly the change of pace he’s looking for, helping him escape the soul-sucking work he does for his father’s company. 
 
Carys Matthews is young and inexperienced. Having her family’s hotel dropped in her lap after her mother’s untimely death, she’s struggling to keep her head above water and keep the hotel’s doors open. She doesn’t have time for relationships, but Maverick Kensington is worth an exception. Besides, his stay is temporary and a fling never hurt anyone, right? 
 
His passion and business know-how is exactly what she needs. 
 
Her carefree spirit is what he wants. 
 
Their whirlwind relationship is one for the books until truths are untold and assumptions are made. Everything comes to a screeching halt just when they were getting to the good part. 
 
There’s always been a saying around the hotel: eventually, everyone comes back to the Blue Bayou. Will Maverick be the exception again?
Jiffy Kate is the joint pen name for Jiff Simpson and Jenny Kate Altman. They’re co-writing besties who share a brain and a love of cute boys, good coffee, and a fun time. 
 
Together, they’ve written over twenty stories. Their first published book, Finding Focus, was released in November 2015. Since then, they’ve continued to write what they know, which is southern settings full of swoony heroes and strong heroines. 
 
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Title: Beautiful Inferno
Author: Abby Gale
Genre: Dark Taboo Romance
Release Date: August 28, 2018
Cover Design: PopKitty Designs
Young.
 
Innocent.
 
Forbidden.
 
Those things should’ve stopped me from wanting her.
 
They didn’t.
 
 
Abby Gale is an international author. She is an avid reader, former blogger, and a pharmacist. She writes whatever storyline sucks her in, but mostly her books will be erotica with some darkness in it.

 



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Book: Cam
Series: Wounded Heroes #2
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Author: Ava Manello
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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Fate’s been cruel to Sarah Kennedy. Not once, but twice, her future has been altered by the turn of a card. Believing she’s been abandoned by everyone she cares for, and barely holding on to her sanity, she finds herself caught up in a battle of wills between two men.

Luckily for her one of them is Cam. He vows to keep her safe from harm. Little do they know how hard that promise will be to keep. With no hope of escape Cam calls on Declan and his fellow Wounded Heroes for assistance.

What follows is a crazy, violent adventure that could cost them all their lives. But then, these are the Wounded Heroes, and they’ve never shied away from a conflict before.

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Prologue

The room is dimly lit, and I’m almost choking on the smoke from Jerry’s fat cigar. It looks like it’s more for show as I rarely see him inhaling. The lack of light serves to make the room look better than it is. Shabby chic is an improvement on what I see when I look too closely into the shadows. Jerry may think he’s the big man, but I see through the façade. He’s a wannabe, a guy who thinks he’s a player, surrounding himself with some tattooed muscle to make him look important. If it wasn’t for his family connections he’d be a nobody, but his uncle runs the local area and puts up with him for his mother’s sake.

His almost nonexistent neck is encased in gaudy, thick gold chains whilst his chubby fingers sport large gold rings that barely fit. With his dinner suit and a dark shirt that strains across his ample belly I’m reminded of a bad seventies porn movie. The stubble on his triple chin is too long to be trendy and too short to be worthy of being called a beard. It’s scruffy and unattractive. His fat bushy eyebrows overshadow narrow beady eyes. A dark fedora balances atop his greasy sable hair, a triple black gingham ribbon loosely wrapped around the base.
The girl hovering behind his chair is worth a second glance or three. She’s stunning, or she would be if she didn’t look so numb. She has long ash blonde hair that flows gracefully over her shoulders. I can’t quite make out her eyes in this light, they could be grey I guess, but there’s no spark in them. Her slender figure is encased in a sheer white robe that reveals simple white underwear.

She exudes class and innocence, a total contrast to Jerry. A long fine gold chain attached to a leather cuff binds her forearm, the other end secured around Jerry’s wrist. After a few hands have been dealt he yanks on the chain pulling her closer. Drawing her face down to his he runs his tongue along her cheek before whispering obscenities too loudly in her ear. He wants the rest of us in the room to hear him. She’s no more than an accessory to him, just like the ostentatious but gauche jewelry he’s adorned himself with. She’s a good actress, but I don’t miss the shiver of disgust every time his flesh comes into contact with hers. What the hell is she doing here?

I’m beginning to regret being drawn into the card game, but it was a way of relieving the boredom of the bike ride back home. Normally I love being out on the bike, but after our recent action in Severed everything feels like an anti-climax. I’ve won a few hands and lost a few. Jerry’s no match for me. All those nights in Afghanistan helped me hone my poker skills. I’m not bragging when I say I’m good, good enough to go professional if I wanted. Jerry is cocky, but his arrogance is going to cost him. I’ve lulled him into a false sense of security and he’s starting to gamble heavily now. I’ve made enough deliberate mistakes to convince him I’m an amateur. I’m going to enjoy bringing the arrogant shit down.

I hold back a growl as he once again yanks the girl to him, this time pawing at her breasts which are barely contained in the flimsy clothing he has her wearing. “Do you like my new toy?” he asks the table.

There are four of us playing poker tonight. It’s an illegal game as Jerry is keeping the buy-in, it’s not being returned to the winner. The other two are tired looking businessmen who seem to be a little too in awe of Jerry. I’m guessing it’s a scam he runs instead of a more traditional protection racket. They come play and walk away empty handed. I can see that they’re deliberately playing bad hands.

Jerry gestures to the girl, telling us that she’s a new arrival to his ‘stable’ that he’s looking forward to breaking in after the game. Right now, I want to punch the arrogant prick in the throat. “If you’re interested I’ll offer you a good price for her when I’m finished” he gloats. Fuck me. The guys a pimp as well as an arsehole. He introduces her as Sahara, an unusual name I’m sure he’s made up to suit his little fantasy. Meanwhile the expression has left her face altogether, the more he talks, the more withdrawn she becomes.

We play a few more games, some I win, some I lose. The more I lose the more Jerry drinks, his confidence and arrogance increasing with each shot of whisky. He’s playing right into my hands.
Finally, I spot my opportunity. The stupid fuck has no poker face and I can see the grin he tries to hide when he’s dealt the next hand. I deliberately grimace then try to disguise it when I look at my hand, and he falls for it. By now we’re about evenly matched in money on the table. He places the last of his money down, he’s all in.

I take my opportunity. “How about we make this a little more interesting?” I place my bike keys on the table. Jerry was enthralled with my bike when I arrived, although I’m pretty sure he’s never ridden one, he’s probably too heavy to be able to balance my Triumph although he might get away with a Harley. He looks at his hand again. He’s so confident it’s the winner that he makes a ridiculous bet. He offers the girl, his shiny new toy for the evening. I’m a better player than he realizes, I know I’ve got an unbeatable hand.

“How does that work?” I’m curious.
“I own her,” he responds smugly. “You win, then you own her.” He states it so simply. I have to resist the urge to smash his face in. His haughtiness is misplaced, his ignorant manner rubbing me up the wrong way.

It’s time to show our hands, Jerry goes first, and his arrogant grin gets even bigger as he places his cards fanned out, face up on the table. One by one a straight flush of hearts appears, 5,6,7,8 and 9.

His grin stays there, right until I place my last card down. The ace of spades completing my Royal Flush, then it changes to a look of anger.

He pulls Sahara to him, yanking the gold chain violently. “You’re mine,” he practically spits into her face. “I’m not giving up what’s mine.”

“A bet’s a bet, I’d like to take my winnings now.” I stand from the table, pocketing the cash, my voice firm but polite. Casually I ease back my jacket showing the gun I have holstered on my side. His bodyguards are too slow to respond, I’ve already placed the barrel of the gun against his sweating forehead before they’ve had a chance to draw their weapons. With my free hand I motion to Sahara to release herself from the cuff. She seems to take forever. When she’s done I toss her the leather jacket from the back of my chair.

“We’ll be leaving now. I’d be grateful if you’d escort me out, Jerry. It’s only polite after all.” With my gun still aimed at him I gesture to Jerry to rise from his seat. His face is a mask of fury, but he does as he’s told.

Within moments we’re out back of the building where I’ve parked my bike. With one hand aiming the gun at Jerry I start the bike with the other. Sahara looks reluctant to climb on behind me until I tell her it’s her only option if she doesn’t want to be left behind. That gets a reaction. She’s got goosebumps in the cool night air, and I’m reluctant to take her on the bike considering the lack of clothing she has on. She’s still carrying my jacket. I gesture for her to put it on, but she’s taking too long. As I help her into it, swapping the gun from hand to hand gives Jerry a false sense of security and he tries to make a move on us. I’m too quick for him, firing a shot into the dust at his feet. He stalls his advance, all the while swearing and threatening us, promising he’ll hunt us down and kill me. His goons still hover in the doorway of the building waiting for me to lower my gun, so they can take their chance.

Pulling my mobile from my shirt pocket I speed dial Declan. This situation is out of control, and I’m going to need him to help me make peace with Jerry’s uncle.
“Declan, you know when we said we’d be there for each other if needed? You meant it right?”
“Of course I did, Cam” Declan answers. “What’s wrong?”. He sounds concerned.
“Declan, I need you.” No sooner have I spoken the words than one of the bodyguards fires a shot at us, he misses but it’s a little too close for comfort. With the gun still in my left hand I’m left with no choice but to drop the phone, so I can throttle the bike and get us out of here.

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The story had me on the edge of my seat, cursing the author, crying and every other emotion in between! It really is a rollercoaster. ~ Amazon Review

First of all can I just say that this book has one of the best endings ever! I know its not the done thing but it has to be said.
I haven’t read the first book in this series and it didn’t take away anything from this story, I followed the action with no problems at all. This book is an emotional one that had me on the verge of tears one minute and on the edge of my seat, dreading what was coming, the very next. ~ Amazon Review

Ava has knocked it out the park with this amazing story. I have read Ava’s work previously but I want to start by saying how much her writing has developed from her previous work, she really has outdone herself with this latest novel. ~ Amazon Review

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Ava is a passionate reader, blogger, publisher, and author who loves nothing more than helping other Indie authors publish their books be that reviewing, beta reading, formatting or proofreading. She will always be a reader first and foremost.
She loves erotic suspense that’s well written and engages the reader, and loves promoting the heck out of it for her favourite authors.
As Ava says: “I took a chance and followed a dream when I wrote my first book. It was scary, challenging and hard work, but above all it was worth it.”

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